Post by Pat Owen on Apr 29, 2008 17:07:33 GMT -4
In a large apartment complex, lights flickered on and off in one room. Noises came from the small apartment.
In the apartment, a middle aged man was thrown across the room. A drawer was half open, revealing; guns, salt, holy water cans, and many other weapons. A young man with dark hair, and a edge in his face stood in the doorway, his eyes staring at the man on the ground.
"How the hell'd you get in?" The man on the floor shouted as he reached for a cantine of holy water.
The arrival's eyes drifted to the cantine as it lifted into the air and was thrown out the window. The older man crawled on the ground towards the window.
"Where you going, Greg? Afraid that the hunter has finally been hunted?" The young man's eyes went black.
"So you are a demon!" Greg shouted as he reached under his bed and pulled out a pistol, shooting the attacker multiple times.
The assailant looked at his chest to see bullet holes but no blood.
"Well you just ruined one of my favorite shirts." The man pulled out a crooked knife.
The hunter backed up towards the window.
"It's called a Kris. Gotta love em. See how the blade's crooked. Makes it hurt a damn lot if it sinks into you. And is also a real pain to get out." The demon smiled as put the blade up to Greg's neck.
"What do you want?"
"Information. Where are the Winchesters?" The demon spat as he put more pressure on the knife.
"I don't know who your talking about!" Greg countered, sweat pouring down his face.
A smile krept across the demon's face.
"Really? So that isn't John Winchester in that picture on your desk?" The young man chuckled triumphantly.
"Go to hell..." He managed to cough as the demon jabbed the Kris below his right rib.
"Been there. I'm not going back. But I just might send your three children there. Along with your wife..."
Greg's face filled with horror.
"That's right. I know all about you." The demon cackled as he pushed the blade in further.
"Ok..." Greg finally sighed.
Greg quietly whispered the location of the Winchesters.
"Thank you, Greg. My name's Pat and I look forward to skinning your family, just because it took you so long to fess up."
Greg stared at him.
"You..."
"What?" Pat grinned as he moved the Kris up Greg's chest.
Minutes later, Greg lay in a pool of blood, dead. Pat Owen left the apartment building and smiled as he got onto his motorcycle.
In the apartment, a middle aged man was thrown across the room. A drawer was half open, revealing; guns, salt, holy water cans, and many other weapons. A young man with dark hair, and a edge in his face stood in the doorway, his eyes staring at the man on the ground.
"How the hell'd you get in?" The man on the floor shouted as he reached for a cantine of holy water.
The arrival's eyes drifted to the cantine as it lifted into the air and was thrown out the window. The older man crawled on the ground towards the window.
"Where you going, Greg? Afraid that the hunter has finally been hunted?" The young man's eyes went black.
"So you are a demon!" Greg shouted as he reached under his bed and pulled out a pistol, shooting the attacker multiple times.
The assailant looked at his chest to see bullet holes but no blood.
"Well you just ruined one of my favorite shirts." The man pulled out a crooked knife.
The hunter backed up towards the window.
"It's called a Kris. Gotta love em. See how the blade's crooked. Makes it hurt a damn lot if it sinks into you. And is also a real pain to get out." The demon smiled as put the blade up to Greg's neck.
"What do you want?"
"Information. Where are the Winchesters?" The demon spat as he put more pressure on the knife.
"I don't know who your talking about!" Greg countered, sweat pouring down his face.
A smile krept across the demon's face.
"Really? So that isn't John Winchester in that picture on your desk?" The young man chuckled triumphantly.
"Go to hell..." He managed to cough as the demon jabbed the Kris below his right rib.
"Been there. I'm not going back. But I just might send your three children there. Along with your wife..."
Greg's face filled with horror.
"That's right. I know all about you." The demon cackled as he pushed the blade in further.
"Ok..." Greg finally sighed.
Greg quietly whispered the location of the Winchesters.
"Thank you, Greg. My name's Pat and I look forward to skinning your family, just because it took you so long to fess up."
Greg stared at him.
"You..."
"What?" Pat grinned as he moved the Kris up Greg's chest.
Minutes later, Greg lay in a pool of blood, dead. Pat Owen left the apartment building and smiled as he got onto his motorcycle.